Friday, June 30, 2006

I'm Nobody

I'm nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody, too?
Then there's a pair of us -don't tell!
They'd banish us, you know.

How dreary to be somebody!
How public, like a frog
To tell your name the livelong day
To an admiring bog!

Emily Dickinson (1830-1886)


Thursday, June 29, 2006


as sure as life means nothing
and all things end in nothing
and heaven i think
is too close to hell

Darklands, The Jesus And Mary Chain


Wednesday, June 28, 2006

We Humans

As I tried to accept my fate, an even lower portion of my brain began to transmit more visions and information. I was "told" that this new material was being presented to me because I was dying and therefore "safe" to receive these revelations. These were the secrets reserved for the dying and the dead, I was informed.

I could only very dimly perceive the givers of these thoughts: giant reptilian creatures reposing sluggishly at the lowermost depths of the back of my brain, where it met the top of the spinal column. I could only vaguely see them in what seemed to be gloomy, dark depths. Then they projected a visual scene in front of me.


They explained to me in a kind of thought language that they were fleeing from something out in space. They had come to the planet Earth to escape their enemy. The creatures then showed me how they had created life on the planet in order to hide within the multitudinous forms and thus disguise their presence. Before me, the magnificence of plant and animal creation and speciation—hundreds of millions of years of activity—took place on a scale and with a vividness impossible to describe. I learned that the dragon-like creatures were thus inside of all forms of life, including man. They were the true masters of humanity and the entire planet, they told me. We humans were but the receptacles and servants of these creatures. For this reason they could speak to me from within myself.

From, The Way of the Shaman by Michael HarnerChapter

A Fragment

Tuesday, June 27, 2006

Plant-Human Symbiosis

The 20th century mind is nostalgic for the paradise that once existed on the mushroom dotted plains of Africa where the plant-human symbiosis occurred that pulled us out of the animal body and into the tool-using, culture-making, imagination-exploring creature that we are. And why does this matter? It matters because it shows that the way out is back and that the future is a forward escape into the past.
Terence McKenna, in Alien Dreamtime, a multimedia event recorded live on Feb 27th 1993


Dreamlike Sequences

In the 1960s Chilean psychiatrist Claudio Naranjo carried out a series of experiments using pure harmaline taken intravenously. He reported its effect in his book The Healing Journey as producing vivid mental imagery which took the form of dreamlike sequences accompanied by physical sedation and nausea. His subjects, all drawn from an urban background, often described the same jungle imagery of snakes, vines, jaguars and birds that native ayahuasca users reported. Other researchers since Naranjo have concluded that the beta-carbolines when taken orally do not produce a psychedelic state except at near toxic doses. Instead they seem to create a hazy, dreamy mental state along with an uncomfortable lethargic condition closer in effect to tranquilizers than psychedelics.
In, Neuro-Alchemy: Beta-Carbolines as Potentiating Agents, by J.B. Fleming

Monday, June 26, 2006

Body Lotion

I Wonder

During the nineteen twenties, ethnographers returning from the Amazon jungle gave strange accounts of tribal shamans who used a telepathy-increasing plant drug to direct the course of their societies. The drug was a hallucinogenic drink which had several different native names including Ayahuasca, Yage, Caapi, and Natema. It was brewed from a species of woody vine called Banisteriopsis along with various admixtures which commonly included the leaves of Banisteriopsis rusbyana, Psychotria viridis, and Brugmansia.

Native users of ayahuasca were reported to experience collective hallucinations of jaguars, snakes, and jeweled birds. These visions were often accompanied by contact with dead ancestors, the ability to see future events, and telepathic communication among tribal members. Secondary effects included heightened sexual responses, vomiting and diarrhea. Ayahuasca's purgative effects also made it useful as a general medicine to stimulate health and fight diseases.

In, Neuro-Alchemy: Beta-Carbolines as Potentiating Agents, by J.B. Fleming

Very Untitled

Irmã Lúcia

constata-se com surpresa e alguma satisfação que a temática do marisco inconsciente (incluindo o camarão) e das irmãs mortas (incluindo a lúcia) foi do agrado dos comentadores habituais. para hoje impunha-se um “post” com uma gaja a beijar outra gaja (tema recorrente como se sabe) mas infelizmente não dispomos de material gráfico para o efeito. e, ... entretanto, já não me lembro do que queria dizer,...enfim não devia ser importante.

Friday, June 23, 2006



Garden Party

It's only in western civilization that you get this steady focus on this monotheistic ideal, and working out the implications of what is essentially a pathologial personality pattern. The pattern of the omnicient, omnipresent, all-knowing, wrathful male diety. No one you would invite to your garden party.
Terence McKenna

Thursday, June 22, 2006



Though they go mad they shall be sane,
Though they sink through the sea they shall rise again;
Though lovers be lost love shall not;
And death shall have no dominion.

Dylan Thomas

Wednesday, June 21, 2006

I am


We can only think certain thoughts because of the kind of language we use. If we get a thought that doesn't fit into language we're apt to think we're having a mystical experience -- unless we know where we got the drugs -- but otherwise, we're inclined to think it's a mystical experience if it doesn't fit into language. Therefore, language delimits us.
Robert Anton Wilson

Tuesday, June 20, 2006


Too Soon

Under blue moon I saw you
So soon you'll take me
Up in your arms, too late to beg you
Or cancel it, though I know it must be
The killing time
Unwillingly mine


In starlit nights I saw you
So cruelly you kissed me
Your lips a magic world
Your sky all hung with jewels
The killing moon
Will come too soon

The Killing Moon, Echo and the Bunnymen



Ego is a structure that is erected by a neurotic individual who is a member of a neurotic culture against the facts of the matter. And culture, which we put on like an overcoat, is the collectivized consensus about what sort of neurotic behaviors are acceptable.

Terence McKenna

Monday, June 12, 2006


i'll be away for a few days so don't expect new posts before next monday. meanwhile, don't forget to come to crew hassan on thursday the 15Th (flyer by Jucifer).


Friday, June 09, 2006



Colorless green ideas sleep furiously.

Noam Chomsky

Fragment (Consider Revising)

Reality - Tunnel

The world is moving into a new era in which we're beginning to realize every instrument creates a different reality-tunnel. Every brain is a different instrument. The instruments we make, to do science, turn out to have the same limitations as the instrument we started with -- which is our own brain. Every instrument reveals a partial reality: a yardstick doesn't tell you the temperature; a Geiger counter doesn't tell you the weather. Every instrument has its limitations.
KBOO-FM Interview with Robert Anton Wilson



I don't necessarily believe what the mushroom tells me; rather we have a dialogue. It is a very strange person and has many bizarre opinions. I entertain it the way I would any eccentric friend. I say, "Well, so that's what you think." When the mushroom began saying it was an extraterrestrial, I felt that I was placed in the dilemma of a child who wishes to destroy a radio to see if there are little people inside. I couldn't figure out whether the mushroom is the alien or the mushroom is some kind of technological artifact allowing me to hear the alien when the alien is actually light-years aways, using some kind of Bell nonlocality principle to communicate.

The mushroom states its own position very clearly. It says, "I require the nervous system of a mammal. Do you have one handy?"

In, Tryptamine Hallucinogens and Consciousness, by Terence McKenna


Wednesday, June 07, 2006


We adore chaos because we love to produce order.

M. C. Escher


A pretty girl in her underwear
A pretty girl in her underwear
If there's anything better in this world
who cares

Underwear, The Magnetic Fields

Tuesday, June 06, 2006

Blind ... but not exactly love

Laws And Principles

Language is a process of free creation; its laws and principles are fixed, but the manner in which the principles of generation are used is free and infinitely varied. Even the interpretation and use of words involves a process of free creation.

Noam Chomsky

Right Idea

Ideas improve. The meaning of words participates in the improvement. Plagiarism is necessary. Progress implies it. It embraces an author's phrase, makes use of his expressions, erases a false idea, and replaces it with the right idea.
Guy Debord


Monday, June 05, 2006

Changed My Mind

i've changed my mind. i'm staying.

When the next post is posted

my last post made me wonder. after insightful deliberation and reflection i have decided that i must leave today. therefore, when my next post is “posted” i will be far away from here, sailing the pacific breeze on to lost shores.

Friday, June 02, 2006


já é tarde. já não verei os céus inflamados de Bangkok, nem o amanhecer dourado em Kuala Lumpur. já não verei o sol cair em Burma, nem as cores quentes e febris das ruas de Jakarta. não sentirei os odores mágicos do mercado de Kermel em Dakar nem o vento quente e doce que sopra sempre de Oeste nas costas de Goa. já não verei o brilho da areia molhada nas praias de Bali, nem o sorriso aberto das raparigas de Bombaim. já não serei passageiro de uma escuna carregada de cacau e café em Madagáscar, nem verei as grandes tartarugas navegar na corrente tranquila ao largo de Samoa. já não me estenderei tranquilo as margens tórridas do Índico, nem ficarei ofuscado pelas cores brilhantes e persistentes do Pacífico Sul. já é tarde. fico em Lisboa. que é, apesar de tudo, a pátria da minha alma.



What am I trying to do
What am I trying to say
I'm not trying to tell you anything
You didn't know
When you woke up today

Nothing, Depeche Mode (1987)

Thursday, June 01, 2006